She had always had a big bush of dark pussy hair. Now she would have to explain to her husband what had happened to it. What could she say? And what a...out going to her GP?Without thinking, she put her hand down to feel herself. “Don’t” said Linda, and slapped the back of her hand. “Keep your fingers off”.“Are you sure it won’t ever grow back?” Mary asked. “What can I tell my husband?”“Well, mine was done ten years ago,” said Linda, “So why would it grow back for you? Anyway, I don’t see what. " ... I happen to think that she needs more discipline... ," Michael persists.Michael has not left; he has stayed to talk with my Master of my wrongdoing and the shameful things I said. This was what he should have done, though at the time I wished he had not. I even tried to talk him out of it and take back those words, but it was too late to take them back.Shifting slightly on my still sore ass, I think back to where I had left off, where everything had all gone downhill. Michael was just. " But you made me go to school," she said."And you hate me for it?" I asked with a raised eyebrow."N, no I, I resented it at first because I couldn't go with Samantha,"she said. "But next year, next year I get to go to the Kitten Academyright?" Yes if you choose to. And now you understand much better the value of agood education, right?" Y, yes Momma," finally her tears began to flow.I kissed her tears away, then took hold of her hand. "Come on we stillhave a lot of cooking to do today." I. All daySaturday, still nothing; however, as I was trying to sleep Saturdaynight, an idea came into my mind: The Effects of Estrogen on a Male ofthe species Homo-sapiens, I may have to say a study of male rats. Ithought about it all day Sunday and had an idea and a plan. I would needto ask Linda for help, I had heard her say her Aunt was an OBGYN. I waseagerly waiting for school, and that was a first for me.I had written down what a thought would be on paper a good plan toobserve any changes.